No.129 Cycling with My Tucked-up Pussy Exposed Part 4

It was a warm, sleepy afternoon, the kind that makes everyone feel a little drowsy. I started pedaling my bicycle. Climbing the gentle slope left me slightly out of breath. My coat’s hem fluttered, and my shadow stretched swiftly ahead. The tension of being seen by someone seemed washed away entirely by the wind. On the downhill, a smile slipped out unbidden. My fingertips gripping the handlebars amidst the speeding scenery, my feet pressing the pedals—everything was me, utterly free. The sight of my crotch when I stand up to pedal. If it felt this good, I should have become myself sooner. This is the little big adventure I found on an afternoon bike ride. If you have a part of yourself you want to set free, won’t you ride with me? Because the wind is always kind to everyone.